Ch 15: oh shit, its not a dream

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I woke up slowly, my dazed state still buzzing through my head. Mei demanded that I stay in bed with her, it was cute, but she looked worried. I couldn't refuse a sad angel.
"Oh, you're awake" she smiles at me while I rub my head. I could feel a large scar on the back of my head, running right down my neck. It feels like it goes further.
" that was probably the best sleep I've had in a while" I ignore my new body modification and smile back and Mei.
She places a tray of food beside me, "please eat" she feels my forehead.
"I'd love to. But I can't if you're checking to see if I'm still hot" I wink, joking with her, she doesn't seem the slightest entertained. "I'll eat" I take a sliver of bacon and chew on it.
"Thank you" Mei stands up and smiles to me.
My muscles start to ache, bad. "Fuck" I wince sitting up, my head spins.
"You need to rest" Mei pushes me back to the pillow.
"I need to see Franki" I force myself up again, pushing through the pain and dizziness.
"I'm pretty sure she isn't in the mood" Mei tries to stop me, I turn slightly, not directly looking at her.
"What happened?" My voice grows unintentionally cold.
"We didn't do anything, you...." she pauses and looks around the room, avoiding any contact with me. "You had a bad episode last night"
"This isn't anime Mei" I turn a little more, but she still avoided eye contact.
"It's more of a movie, or an intense book" her words sound like Connor. I try to ignore my anger.
"So, what happened?" I get back to the topic. 
"I guess..." she stops again
"I'll go find out myself" I start shuffling my way to the door, trying my best to not fall over.
"You killed Kali, and almost killed Franki"
My heart stopped, I...what?
Mei glances over to me, "you completely lost control" she reaches out to me.
"I'm sorry Mei" I pull back and leave her room. I slowly head to my room, unsure if Mei was actually telling the truth. It's unlike her to lie, but it's so not me to just.... attack.
Was it self defence? Why? I've got so much running through my mind.
I open the door to my room, Franki sat on the end of my bed, a bandage on her neck. She puffs on her cigarette and looks at me with her single red eye. The other hidden by her red hair. So, she's not too pissed then.
"I am so sorry" I drop to my knees, I feel weak in front of this glorious woman, she's my everything.
"Stand, Eli"
I do as she says, I keep my head low.
"What you done last night" she stops to drag on her smoke "you'll never do that again unless told" I could feel her looking into my soul
"I am truly sorry" I started to shake, I'm surely going to be punished.
She stands up and walks over to me, she places her forehead on mine. She's the same height as me in her heals, except her hair gives her an extra couple inches.
"I can't loose you" she snakes her arms over my shoulders. My body froze, she's never done this. Her scent fills my nose, the beautiful cinnamon roll smell that I know and love. "You're mine Elijah" she whispers, then kisses me. This wasn't a normal Franki kiss, she showed passion. I moved slowly into the kiss, moving my right hand up to cup her face. She smiles and deepens the kiss, I can feel the emotion, the pain, care. Her love.
Franki's love.
She pulls back, her eyes lock with mine. The beautiful devil in front of me, just kissed me. Nothing else. No sex, no lust. Complete serenity.
I can feel my heart in my chest, racing as if it's being chased by some malicious monster.
Franki smirks and touches my chest where my heart is, "you're alive"
Those words ring through my mind. This woman is a puzzle, but fuck, she's a beautiful puzzle when she's together.
"Y-yeah" I stutter, not moving my eyes away from hers, she looks happy, her eyes are smiling. She moves my hair from my eyes,
"you may not be the best, but you're perfect" she runs her hand across my cheek, "a perfect work of art"
It's as if she's admiring something she's created, oh wait, she did.
With one hand on my chest, the other on my face, she pulls me into a hug.

I should loose it more often, I'm getting cute affection, from Franki of all people.

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